Death Inquisitor

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A piece of flesh tore open.

The brown curly-haired man ignored the pain and covered the wound with his other hand before stumbling forward to catch up with the others.

At the same time, he kept roaring in his heart: "Don't die, don't let me die!"

I don’t know if this prayer had an effect, or if it was the result of the explosion of his potential.

Until he caught up with those in front, he was not hit by the debris thrown by the non-mainstream gangsters behind him.

However, this time the number of monsters chasing them changed from one to three!

On the other side, Huang Dehua felt his eyelids becoming heavy again as he listened to the lullaby that kept echoing in his ears.

So he clenched the knife in his hand and walked into the yard of a house.

He crossed the small white wooden fence, walked across the lawn, and came to the front door of the house, intending to repeat the same trick.

There was a knock on the door.

At the same time, a trace of nervousness, excitement and excitement in his heart cheered up Huang Dehua.

However, this time he knocked on the door for a long time, but no one responded, let alone came to open the door.

"Strange, isn't there anyone?" Huang Dehua took a few steps back, looked at the bright lights on the second floor, and thought with a frown.

But it shouldn't be, the light is bright.

"It's just a fictional town created by Judge Death anyway. It doesn't matter what happens..." He couldn't figure it out, and a trace of ferocity suddenly appeared on his face.

He kicked the door violently.

That's right, Huang Dehua has actually known for a long time that this town is fake. After all, the background setting of this town is too ridiculous. How can anyone really never sleep?

It is precisely because of this that he dared to kill the shelter staff after killing the black criminals.

Because he knew that the Death Judge would not trouble him because of these dummies.

But to him, there is not much difference between these dummies and real people. They can bleed just as well and can excite him and drive away sleepiness.

The door was kicked open, and Huang Dehua held the knife and headed directly towards the second floor.

But in less than ten seconds, a frightened cry sounded from upstairs.

Then, a series of panicked footsteps appeared on the stairs.

The murderous maniac ran down from above in panic.

Behind him, three rotting corpses, two large and one small, were chasing closely behind him.

Three hours later in the little fantasy world.

The seven Johns finally got rid of the monster chasing them and hid in a hospital.

They will be crowded in a deserted ward, breathing constantly.

Especially the three injured people, their faces were as white as paper.

In addition to the brown curly-haired man, two other criminals were injured in the subsequent pursuit. One injured his arm and the other injured his back, both of which were bleeding.

"No, I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, I want to rest." Laurent said while breathing heavily, his eyes open blankly, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

"Can't sleep, have you forgotten what happened to that guy? And who knows if you will turn into that kind of monster after you die." John crawled over with difficulty and began to shake Laurent's body desperately.

The expressions of the others also changed slightly, remembering the horror of non-mainstream gangsters.

"But if this continues, sooner or later we will collapse. I'm exhausted." Laurent cried.

"Yeah, this guy is right, we need to rest. And I'm already hungry." A criminal said, covering his stomach.

Others were silent.

The criminal with a big gash on his back suddenly began to lean towards one side.

With a bang, he fell to the ground, attracting the attention of others.

"Wake up, wake up! You can't sleep! Damn it, wake up!" The face of the quarreling man next to him changed drastically. He suddenly went up to shake him. When he found that it didn't work, he started slapping his mouth and cheek again.

But no matter how hard he slapped him, the other party didn't react at all.

"Too bad, it must be blood loss and fatigue that made him comatose."

"What should I do? Coma should be the same as falling asleep, right?"

"Damn it, I'm not breathing!" The quarreling man stopped slapping him and poked under the man's nose, his expression became ugly.

Fear flashed across the others' faces.

"Run quickly, otherwise we will be dead when this guy turns into a monster!"

After just a short rest, they had to run for their lives again, and everyone was reluctant.

But no matter how reluctant they were, they could only stagger to their feet, run out with two legs that were heavier than lead.

All of them looked panicked.

This town is getting more and more scary.

In fact, it's not that the town is more terrifying, but the illusion that their bodies have reached their limits, which makes them feel that living is more difficult and their hope of survival is even slimmer.

In more than 700 other small illusions, those criminals do not need to face terrifying monsters.

But the increasingly sleepy consciousness is also tormenting them. After seeing the horror of their companions dying in their sleep one after another, some people resorted to self-mutilation to fight the nightmare.

But this method of drinking poison to quench thirst will eventually reach its limit.

Especially for those who were there a few nights before they were arrested

For people who stay up late and have no rest at all, mere pain cannot make their eyelids light up.

Often within a few seconds, it becomes heavier than a mountain again.

Huang Dehua, who was acting separately from the others, would hide in a big tree in the yard of a house.

Waves of sleepiness and exhaustion swept over me.

He felt that he could no longer hold on.

"You can't sleep. If you sleep, everything will be ruined." Huang Dehua gritted his teeth and braced himself.

Then he felt dizzy and fell from the tree.

The sound of the lullaby in my ears became clearer and clearer.

He didn't want to move at all, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he slowly closed them.

"Can't sleep...can't..."

But soon, he fell asleep completely.

Entered into the double illusion of the small illusion.

"Jie Jie, you are another dirty soul, are you ready to die!"

A terrifying sound resounded in the empty world.

Huang Dehua suddenly jumped up and looked around.

When he saw the two figures in the distance, the expression on his face became very frightened.

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